The villain's father's guide to raising cubs [Gourmet]

Pull the hook?

Yu Bai looked at the serious expression on Xing Xing's face, and the corners of his lips turned up.

"Okay, pull the hook."

After hooking up with Yu Bai, before Xing Xing had time to put away his serious expression, Yu Bai's warm hands lightly pinched Xing Xing's chubby cheeks.

Xingxing's round face was squeezed into an oval shape by Yu Bai, and his round eyes were squeezed into a thin slit.

Yu Bai smiled: "Don't frown anymore, if you frown too much, you will become a little old man."

His son is good at everything, but like an adult, he is thoughtful, stubborn, and likes to keep his thoughts in his stomach and not speak out... These points are not very good.

Yu Bai prefers to let Xingxing live happily like other cubs, rather than let Xingxing think about this all day long, and then frown and think about that.

Is what dad said true?Does frowning all the time make you a little old man?

When Xing Xing thought of the neighborhood committee's grandpa with wrinkled face, gray hair, and unshaven beard... His round black eyes were full of panic.

He doesn't want to be a little old man!

When Yu Bai let go of his hands, Xing Xing's little claws clung to his chubby cheeks, touching them again and again.

His face was smooth and tender, without any wrinkles, like a pudding with its shell peeled off.

Only then did Xingxing let out a small breath of relief.

On the other side, Wang Mei scooped up the golden fried chicken tenders.After draining the oil, she packed the chicken tenders into three small paper bags, and then sprinkled them with salt and pepper, sweet plums and cumin in turn.

Wang Mei asked, "Do you want to add some spice?"

"No." Xing Xing shook his head, "I'm still young, so I can't eat spicy food."

Spicy will bring people a sense of stimulation, but for the weaker cubs, they mainly eat a light diet on weekdays, and it is best to eat less food with strong taste.

Especially spicy, it is best not to touch or touch less.Strong stimulation will affect the delicate stomach of the cub.

"it is good."

Wang Mei put three small bags of fried chicken tenders into a convenient medium paper bag.

Xing Xing immediately raised the ten yuan in his hand and handed it to Wang Mei.

"Grandma, money!"

Wang Mei waved her hand: "I'll give you a piece of fried chicken tenderloin for ten yuan..."

"No way!" Xing Xing pouted, "I'm here to buy fried chicken tenders, so I should pay for it..."

When Xing Xing said the word "buy", he especially emphasized his tone.

Even though Yu Bai was busy with business today, he noticed that the aunt who sold fried chicken fillets on the other side of the triangle was affected by the "Qiaozai Snack Bar", and her business has become very bad, let alone sitting on a small bench, occasionally eating on a teppanyaki The stars shuttled between the snack stalls and candied haws snack stalls.

At first, Xing Xing did not want to buy fried chicken tenders.

However, more than ten minutes ago, when Xing Xing was sitting in the snack cart and passing by the fried chicken willow stand, he saw the grandmother selling fried chicken fillet with a pale face and slightly trembling body.

Xing Xing has been setting up a stall with Yu Bai for several days, and he knows that the grandmother who sells fried chicken will not go home until she has sold a certain number of fried chicken.

In the past, when the business of fried chicken tenders was booming, Wang Mei was the first among the stall owners to go back.

However, today, under the impact of the "Qiaozai Snack Bar" business, Wang Mei's chicken tenders are sold only a handful of times, and she can only stand beside the snack cart to freeze.

"Dad, if I buy all of grandma's fried chicken tenders, can grandma go home earlier?"

Hearing Xing Xing's words, Yu Bai's heart warmed up.

Yu Bai said: "That's right. But, you bought so many fried chicken fillets, what should you do if you can't finish them?"

Xing Xing struggled for a while: "Then I'll buy one! Okay? I'm a little hungry..."

Every time Yu Bai finished setting up a stall, he would fry a piece of scallion pancake for Xing Xing, or make something else to eat.

But today, Yu Bai sold out all the ingredients on the stall, and there was no leftover ingredients for Xing Xing to make snacks to fill his hunger, so Xing Xing's belly was already hungry.

"Okay." Yu Bai agreed, "I'll give you the money, and you can buy it over there yourself. I'll wait for you here."

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After Wang Mei sent Yu Bai and Xing Xing away, she continued to stand where she was, and began to wait for a long time.

For the vast majority of food stall owners, it is not easy for them to go out to set up a stall.

They have to come out to set up stalls even in the wind and the sun, thunder and rain, not to mention the cold winter.

Winter is not the most difficult time for stall owners - because after they set up their business and get busy, their bodies will naturally warm up.

In addition, a man in his prime has a lot of anger in his body.Even if the business is sometimes deserted, the male stall owners will not be affected by the wind outside.

But Wang Mei is different.

Wang Mei is a woman, and she is weak in her old age.She set up a stall outside and suffered from chronic diseases over the years.

But fortunately, she is usually busy, her body is hot, and she is not affected by the cold wind in winter.

But Wang Mei's fried chicken tenders couldn't be sold today.

From the opening of the stall to now, Wang Mei has been standing there almost all the time, feeling the cold wind blowing straight into the gap between her neck and clothes, making her body shiver.

No matter how cold the sky was and how dark the night was, Wang Mei never left.

Because she is short of money - selling fried chicken tenders is the only livelihood she is good at.

Many years ago, Wang Mei borrowed a lot of money for her husband's medical treatment, which made their not well-off family heavily in debt.

After that, Wang Mei set up a stall selling fried chicken tenders.Because her fried chicken tenders are cheap and delicious, they are very popular among the surrounding students.

Under the model of small profits but quick turnover, Wang Mei spent several years paying off her debts, but she still continued to do the business of selling fried chicken tenders.

In the past two years, Wang Mei has bought a house in J City, where housing prices are rising day by day. The house is not big, but it is enough for Wang Mei and her two sons to live in a family of three.

Seeing her life getting better and better, when Wang Mei was about to earn pension money for herself, "Qiao Zai Snack Bar" opened.

Wang Mei's smooth life came to an abrupt end.

The brocade night is decorated with twinkling stars, and the dim street lamps illuminate the ground.

Qingqiao Elementary School, Junior High School, Senior High School... the lights in the teaching buildings went out one by one, and every household in the residential building next door turned on their lights.

The night was getting colder.

Wang Mei stomped on her numb feet, and when her frozen toes regained consciousness, she closed the stall.

The money Wang Mei makes today is less than one-tenth of what she made the previous day.

Wang Mei pushed the snack cart to the downstairs of the house, and she picked up the heavy bucket——the bucket contained unsold raw chicken tenders.

There is no elevator in the old workshop, only a flight of stairs.

Wang Mei walked up the stairs slowly.

One floor, two floors...until reaching the fifth floor, Wang Mei stopped.

She put down the bucket of chicken tenders lightly, stood in the dark stairwell, and breathed softly.

After the hot sweat dissipated and her hands and feet regained strength, Wang Mei picked up the chicken tenders bucket with one hand and opened the door of the house as if nothing had happened.

"Mom, are you back? Why did you come back so late today?"

Wang Mei looked calm: "I have something to do today, have you had dinner yet?"

"Brother has already prepared dinner and put it on the table... After he finished dinner, he went out to teach." Wang Mei's youngest son stepped forward, "Mom, let me carry it for you."

Wang Mei turned sideways: "It's an empty bucket, what can I do to help me carry it? Go, go, you have passed the exam this week, go back to your room to review!"

After driving away the younger son, Wang Mei put down the heavy bucket in her hand.

"Boom".

The dull sound of the barrel falling to the ground was soft and loud.

The author has something to say:

Author interview: Where does Xingxing’s pocket money come from?

Grandma Yu Bai in the sky: I have saved a little money for my grandson...

【Small Golden Lock X1】

Yu Bai: It's deducted from the New Year's money!

[Three-year lucky money: less than one thousand... (Yu Bai: I used to be poor!)]

Gong: The bribe I gave...

[Bribe once, cub: the unit price varies from thousands to tens of thousands. 】

[Effect of bribe money: Obediently, a cub goes to sleep in the next room, and does not disturb the two fathers...]

Star: Shhhhhhh! ! ! !

Yu Bai [Black Face]: Bribe money?

Xing Xing []: I am, I have not been bribed!I don't like money or anything!

Author [Friendly Reminder]: In the original novel.Zai'er finally established his own business empire, doing whatever it takes to make money...

Xing Xing blushed and pointed at her finger []: Now I will not do anything for money!Giving dads time to spend together is something good cubs do!Right?

Yu Bai: Oh.

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